The wind was pouring into the courtyard, and the broken bricks at the corners of the eaves were shaking. The hazy white paper on the window panes bulged and then deflated. The girl Cuiyun dragged the small stove and turned on the fire, and the sparks jumped up. When the fire was burning, she went to sit under the door, twirling her hair and looking out the window. She didn't even know the cat came to rub her clothes softly.
Intention: hazy determination